When you are right in the middle of a storm, it's all there is –

wind, rain, noise, thunder, lightening.

You feel as scattered as the sand that relentlessly blows away and away.

From the air it looks quite different.

Blue sky above, sun shining and billowy clouds below.

If you are in a plane, and about to descend, you might see the lightening in the distance,

silent and soft, like a secret code, transmitting within the chambers of the clouds.

As you lose altitude you'll see the bands of rain, miles away and thankfully not where you are about to land.

The storm could be headed up the eastern seaboard, about to slam the barrier islands,

or on its way out to sea, to test a wary captain.

You worry some for the people caught in the siege, whether in their cars or their homes, or on the water.

But before you know it, you are in the baggage claim area waiting for your luggage, the threat forgotten.

When you are right in the middle of it though, it's all there is –

wind, rain, noise, thunder, lightening.

Anger is like that, grief too, and falling in love.

It's all there is.